My latest book is The One Who Swam With The Fishes.
"A mesmerizing account of the well-known story of Matsyagandha ... and her transformation from fisherman’s daughter to Satyavati, Santanu’s royal consort and the Mother/Progenitor of the Kuru clan." - Hindustan Times
"Themes of fate, morality and power overlay a subtle and essential feminism to make this lyrical book a must-read. If this is Madhavan’s first book in the Girls from the Mahabharata series, there is much to look forward to in the months to come." - Open Magazine
"A gleeful dollop of Blytonian magic ... Reddy Madhavan is also able to tackle some fairly sensitive subjects such as identity, the love of and karmic ties with parents, adoption, the first sexual encounter, loneliness, and my favourite, feminist rage." - Scroll
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4 December 2006
What's been goin' DOWN, bitch? (Trans: my life this past week)
> I'm back at work, now, over here in the Delhi office for like a month before I leave . It was bound to happen , I suppose, and I'm sort of glad it did, because I haven't been a journalist since September and I was very afraid that I had forgotten how. Although now, Day Two at work, it all seems to be coming back so naturally that I'm wondering whether I ever left at all. (Cue Hotel California here, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leeeeeaheeeeeve.) Anyway, so December as everyone knows is a nice time of the year and unfortunately everyone else seems to think so as well, so it's busy busy time for me, both professionally and personally. This weekend was super-hectic, let's see, I did Lodi on Thursday (which we will NOT speak of, because I was so very very drunk I swore I would never drink again, also because I don't remember much); a party on Friday (where I stuck to Coke all evening and realised that even when I'm not drinking, I have an astonishing capacity to talk utter and complete crap); um, out with two new people on Saturday (which was fun! I haven't met new people in some time) and a picnic on Sunday at a friend's farm. As a result, Monday is all bleargh and coffee deprived.
> So, funny TC story happened once more. (What would I do without TC, dudes? What would I blog about?) Anyway, I was chilling there on a Wednesday, not with my usual crowd, because I had gone with Small and another friend and both of them left before I was ready to, so, I hung around. And the nice thing about TC is that I know practically everyone, so there's always someone for me to hang out with. So, I was chatting with this one guy and telling him about the imminent move and so on, and how I only have like three Wednesdays left, and he goes, "You're moving to Bombay? That sounds rather familiar," and I'm like, "Oh, how come? Are a lot of your friends shifting there as well?" And then he says, "Noooooo," his eyes sort of squinting at me and then, abruptly, "Do you have a blog?" And I just died. Well, I knew someone at TC was bound to read it, I suppose, and I'm glad it was just one person who figured it out and so on, so good work Nancy Drew! And hello, by the way, since you do read this. I feel like such a celebrity, in a more nerdy, internet kind of way.
> I'll be out of town for a couple of days this week, because I'm going to (lalalalalala) Bali, which should be huge fun. And before I go, I need to organise a) packing (and I have SO much stuff) and b)a birthday/farewell party to celebrate the big two five, which I'm totally dreading, because my birthdays, while traditionally joyous occassions, always make me sad. Like New Year's Eve. Someone else should be throwing me a farewell party, no, she asked, hinting desperately.
> While in a way, I want this month to go by r e a l l y slowly so that I can have more time here, in Delhi, down the roads I know and with people I like, I also want to get my move over and done with really quickly, like pulling a scab off or something. I've finally decided when I want to leave also, on January 2nd, and lucky for me, many friends are planning trips there around then. I've, of course, unknown to Shark Tooth, promised boarding and lodging, but I don't know how many will actually show up at my doorstep. And when they come, we will speak in Punjabi and eat kaali daal. And I know, I know, I'll make friends, but the thing is, I've never actually had to make friends from scratch. I've always had a base, people I knew I could count on. It'll be good for me, and a lesson in character development, but it seems such a grown up thing to do, and I'm still looking around going, "Where are all the adults?"
That's all, I'm afraid. I promise more meat next time.